World Cup Final and Burnham

Sunday was like the re-enactment of  The Dutch Fleet against the Spanish Armada in the way that Holland cynically kicked their way broodingly against a superior more fluid team. Twice before The Netherlands have reached the final but never got beyond the Rubicon. They did not deserve to go any further with their thuggish attitude to their opponents. Spain, after a long drawn out final, deserved to be winners in a match which almost soured the spirit of the World Cup.

I watched the final with GC. Her new student lodger had arrived from France and also likes football.

Saturday I was back up in Slough , not the Langley side on the east, but this time west of the town in Burnham. Same job as last time, a council survey on childcare, with three quotas to fill. Luckily, Burnham Carnival was on and I managed to interview a lot of parents in the one spot. I did not fancy going back up there another day, but due to serendipity I completed all three quotas.

Burnham village is fairly quaint with three pubs of which one I ended up having a break. However it turned out to be a slight faux pas. I should have chosen one of the other two pubs as the beer was crap. The pint of  Hogsback T.E.A was somewhat vinegary and I asked the landlord to replace it with a pint of  Bombardier, which was mildly more palatable. I think he does not clean out his linings to the pumps  as thoroughly as he should.

The weather has bloody hot. I was sweltering and glad to get back to Brighton  to refresh myself with a soothing shower.